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I had a request to put seasons greetings on my original.. so here it is
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my first try at a chrissie card…suggestions welcome
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Brighton , Melbourne .Australia / A favourite place on Christmas day
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Made in Apophysis. I never thought I would try my hand at greeting cards, but the idea is exciting! Thank you for the views and comments. Josette :)
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Copyrights ( c ) Nira Dabush
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Sony DSC F717 Digital Photo, Photoshop enhanced, inspired by the story told below and the song that follows. / / Decades ago I lived in a one bedroom apartment at Rendall Pl. in Silver Lake, CA. It was a quaint little place. There were only two units built above a two car garage with a single entry way and walk up to the individual flats on either side of the stairway. The layout was identical in both abodes. My neighbors were a young very good looking couple. She was an up and coming model and designer. He was the lead singer songwriter of a popular band in SoCal. We were very cordial at first but gradually warmed and became more than passing acquaintances. I attended different venues at their invitation. We partied all over town. We ate together, had cocktails often and shared many a joint during our late night chats. These two were very into each other. They were so hot that you could actually envision yourself romantically with either one of them as I did on more than one occasion. Anyway, as I mentioned before our apartments were identical which made it difficult to keep any animal urges quiet enough so that we couldn’t hear each other. You see, our beds were in the exact same position on either side of our bedroom walls through necessity. There was no other way to fit a bed of any size unless one knocked out a wall. And the walls, huh, they did nothing for privacy. I could hear every grunt, moan and fevered whisper, and feel their bumps, grinds and vibrations as I lay alone in my own bed. Not being much of a voyeur, I convinced myself that I wasn’t interested in their coupling. I made half hearted attempts to shut out the sounds and the visions they conjured up in my mind by meditating. That didn’t work at all. I’d throw my arm over my head in frustration. When I did this my hand would thud against the wall. My God, I could even feel the heat permeate right thru to my side. ‘Wait a minute, did I just hear, did they, did one of them, did both of them just say my name?’ It had to be my imagination. I could feel hands on my body. One thing for sure they didn’t belong to me. One of my hands was clenched tightly by my side and the other was still pressed against the wall above my head. ‘Oh wow!’ I could feel myself becoming him and then becoming her and then him and her again. I panted and writhed in the grip of this unnatural commingling. Until, with the suddenness of thunder after already having seen the lightning strike in the distance, my whole consciousness was shattered into a million slivers that fell like broken crystal all about me. I slipped into a deep sleep the likes of which had not been felt since the Titans of lore slumbered. ‘Damn you Timothy Leary and those trips I took once upon a time.’ This went on for over a year, the strange relationship of theirs, of ours. Was I attracted to them and were they attracted and attached to me? Nothing more than long hugs and pecks and kisses ever passed between us. So neither one of us ever bothered to try and figure it out. Besides, too much scrutiny would invite the wrong kinds of conclusions. I avoided all flirtations from either of them and was careful not to do any flirting of my own. I was content with, what was to my mind anyway, the mystical thing we shared. That following summer was busy for all of us. We got together socially as often as our schedules would permit. The young lady’s career was beginning to take off and required her to travel quite often. I was also traveling courtesy of the off shore oil drilling company that I worked for. The young man was heavily into the rock scene, his band played gigs up and down the West Coast. One weekend I was returning from a four day symposium in New York and was so dog tired that I left my luggage in the hallway and climbed into bed fully clothed and promptly fell to sleep. I would awaken several times through the night to the sounds of the boys in the band practicing as quietly as they could, some new material, playing poker and generally shooting the breeze. They’re numbers dwindled until there were only one or two more band mates with my young neighbor. At some point they must have gone out, when I came awake again there was only stillness in their flat. I got up, undressed and snacked on something, took a pee and went back to bed and to sleep. Around, 2:30 or 3:30 in the morning. I awoke to the sounds of love making. I assumed the girl had returned and that they were catching up on lost time. I was too tired to participate however and went back to sleep. I didn’t see much of them in the next couple of weeks because I was so busy and rarely at home. When I did see them the dynamic seemed to have changed, something was wrong. There was tension between them that made our conversations uneasy. I gave them their space. One day I saw them having a heated discussion and saw her snatching her hand away from his. They rushed into their apartment. That same night I heard angry whispers coming through the wall and sensed something beautiful coming to an end. Around midnight they’re voices became more strained but still hushed. I heard him say “Come on, stay. Let’s work this out!” There was no reply. There was only the rustling of clothing and the dragging of something across the bare floor. He continued to implore her not to go as I heard her high heels going down the stone stairs. He shouted “F** you then!” and slammed the door shut behind her. I heard the outer door slam shut seconds later. Saddened, emotionally and physically drained by what was happening to my young lovers, I fell into an exhausted sleep. A week went by I didn’t see either of them and heard nothing coming through the walls. Their mail was in piles at their door. That weekend I was out partying with some of my own friends and came home rather late. Their mail had been collected and I could see light coming from under the door. More than a little high, I made my way into my apartment and proceeded to get something to eat hoping to stave off the morning after hangover. I staggered into the bedroom, undressed and started eating my snack on the side of the bed. I heard the young man’s anxious pleas coming through the wall as he spoke to his missing lady love over the phone. There was crying and apologies and more crying and uncertain promises that gave way to his hopeless confession… *Listen to this song We Were Going Down / (It Only Happened Once) / RoyAllenHunt © February 4, 2007 It only happened once, we were out having fun didn’t mean to do you wrong, I really didn’t want to do you wrong. You were out of town nobody else was around. A few drinks later we were going down. It was just that one time. I can’t tell you a lie. But it wasn’t anything about you it was just something I thought I wanted to do. It only happened once, we were just having fun. Didn’t really mean to do you wrong. I didn’t want to do you wrong. I know it’s hard to take. And I Hope you don’t think it’s too late, too late for us. I wish you’d come back to try it all again. I wish you’d give me one more chance to prove that I can be everything you need. It only happened once. Why don’t you believe me? Why don’t you believe me? Remember when we used to be everything to each other the very air we lived and breathed? Remember how we made plans to travel all over the land and what we would do when we got back to our little house of romance. We’d shut the door on the world outside and in our loving nest we two would hide. It only happened once, we were just having fun. Please come back home! You were out of town nobody else was around a few drinks later we were going down, down, down. It was just that one time I’m not telling you a lie. No, I’m not lying. Alright, okay. Maybe I always felt this way. Maybe I even thought about it before and I hope I won’t do that anymore. Baby, please…don’t let us go. It only happened once, we were out having fun. Didn’t really mean to do you wrong. I didn’t want to do you wrong.
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Westfield, NJ – Aug 2008
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First Christmas card for 2008
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The Peach Daylily is from my garden and is now part of my photo collection...I took it one rainy day this past summer…I am mad about Daylilies and have many varieties which I show on a website I set up specifically to showcase my garden….see painted Daylilies from my RB pages below… The Daylily is a plant of the genus Hemerocallis, in the lily family, consisting of about 15 species of perennial herbaceous plants distributed from central Europe to eastern Asia. They range in colour from yellow to red and are each short-lived (hence “day” lily). Daylilies have fleshy roots and narrow, sword-shaped leaves that are grouped at the base of the plant. Some species are cultivated as ornamentals or for their edible flowers and buds. answers.com / / Joan Senior Daylily..Watercolour / / Joan Senior Daylily..Watercolour / / Joane Senior Daylily..Watercolour
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A tree made from lobster traps. Provincetown Lobsterpot Christmas Tree Framed Matted Print: /
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A Carolina Chickadee dreams about a surreal winter’s morning. Best Viewed Large Please visit my Birds Gallery / Or visit my website Cometman.com
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Our colour scheme this year is silver and blue…wanna help?..
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A collaboration with cherylc1 from America. She supplied the excellent photograph and I did the Graphic Design. Cheryl is a very keen photographer and Artist who captures a wide range of subject matter. She loves rural America and has some fantastic landscape shots that really capture the mood of her surroundings. Please view her Gallery here – Cherylc1
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Looking back on where I just came from before starting a steady climb. / As is
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Christmas Card made with PS and The Fractalius Filter! / Merry Christmas from the Netherlands to All / / Merry Christmas from the Netherlands to All / / Merry Christmas from the Netherlands to All / / Merry Christmas from the Netherlands to All / / Merry Christmas from the Netherlands to All / / Merry Christmas from the Netherlands to All / / Merry Christmas from the Netherlands to All / / Merry Christmas from the Netherlands to All / / Merry Christmas from the Netherlands to All /
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Best Viewed Large All Rights Reserved / @ Julia Wright FEATURED WORK
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a male northern cardinal braves a snow strom in a nearby pine tree, waiting his turn at the sunflower seeds. Cardinals are hearty birds, able to withstand the cold northern winters, but don’t forget them during these hard times. They need a food supply and a source of water to remain healthy. Feeding them during the winter months will ensure their presence in your back yard come next spring!
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This is my “this years Christmas Greeting Card”. / Meant to put a smile on the face of each and every receiver :-)
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Little Profiles Christmas Series / You can get a series of 12 in the Little Profiles 2010 Calendar now available / / - pen drawing on a slip of scrap paper when far too tired doing silly doodles at 2am – strange thoughts creep in like this one … welcome to Little Profiles – a new series Others in the Little Profiles series: /
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featured in “Cards for Sale” Dec 17,2009 A photo showing the old German town of Görlitz at the outermost border to Poland. My husband took this photo on a new year’ s trip to that beautiful old town. / I digitally manipulated this picture so that it looks a little bit like a drawing. / By the way, the person in the front walking down the snowy path is me, trying not to slip on the slippery snow.
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My Harlequins are acting strange because they are “dying”, becoming extinct…we don’t want them anymore, we don’t need them anymore…:( / People forgot to laugh, people forgot to smile…the society does not make any effort to bring back the “rainbow colored” good disposition. / The Harlequins have so much to give to us, all we need to do is take it…all they want to see that we are happy. / Why to live if we can not give…..? THIS IS THE LAST PIECE I PAINTED IN 2009!...:( Original: / Acrylic on Canvas Panel, 12/24in Available. This painting was FEATURED in the “Art For The World” Group on Dec. 15. 2009.
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19/12/2009 Blooming Trees / 17/12/2009 Fabulous Flowers Group / 12/12/2009 1:1 Macro Photography Group The flower producing pods bursting open on this Eucalyptus tree (Native to Australia) appear as baubles on a Christmas Tree. / /
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